Aria in the Key of (My) D

>The park is quiet tonight
>Other than the quiet splashing of the fountain and the rustling of wind in the trees, nothing seems to move
>Even this late at night, there's usually one or two people going to or coming back from a club somewhere
>You'd guess it's due to that brand-new bar that opened up on the far side of town - apparently it was run by someone who'd nearly become Champion, although you're pretty sure that's a marketing gimmick
>You don't mind, though; a peaceful night in the slightly chill air of early spring, with a cloudless sky and a waning moon, is perfect for you
>And the dark and quiet are perfect for practicing

>You sit down on a nearby bench under a lamppost, flicking open the latches on the small case you carried
>Carefully, you lift out your flute, looking it over to make sure it's still in good condition
>You give the mouthpiece a quick swipe with your cleaning cloth before calling it good enough
>You flip open your book of sheet music, selecting a piece you've been working on - perfect for a quiet night such as this
>Placing it on the bench next to you so you can read it in the streetlight's glow, you take a deep breath and begin to play

>At first, while you're staring at the page before you, the music is...well, "imperfect" would be generous
>You keep blowing too hard, or missing a stop, or simply forgetting the next note
>But you just don't let yourself get frustrated
>You just keep on playing, trying again and again
>And, eventually, you fall into the right mental state
>When you're like this, your eyes shut - you don't need the page anymore, not with the music in your head
>Your fingers dance over the stops, and your breath never wavers, and the music flows right out of you exactly as you envisioned it
>This, right here, is why you play music

>Once you repeat that piece a few times, you call it done for the night, and fold up that piece
>You're preparing to move on to your next practice piece when a piece of paper catches your eye
>A smile involuntarily crosses your face - it's the old piece of music you tried to write, way back when you were just starting and thought this was all easy
>You gave up after a while of frustration and a complete inability to make it sound good
>On an impulse, you decide to try it again - can't hurt, can it?

>Your first few attempts are just as crappy as you remember
>But you persevere - if there's one thing you've learned since then, it's perseverance
>And, eventually, it starts to sound good
>Clashing notes resolve into minor-key harmonies, and the piece begins to take shape with many, many edits
>And then...it clicks
>You didn't change much, you think, but somehow now the music is flowing as perfectly as any classical sonata
>Your eyes close as you sink into the music, and when you reach the end you come back to the beginning in a seamless loop
>Your can hear how the rest of the piece should go in your head as you play
>A complementary sub-melody of clarinets, a staccato beat of drums, and the clear voice of a singer in some other language harmonizing perfectly with the tone of your flute
>In your mind, you guide the entire orchestra to the finale, as everything goes silent
>And, capping it off, your flute melds into the singer's tones as the piece comes to a close

>You open your eyes, breathing a little hard, and realize something
>That wasn't all your imagination
>No, a full symphony orchestra hasn't suddenly taken up residence in the middle of a small-town park
>But the singer was real, and more than you had conceived of
>A tiny, pale-skinned, turquoise-eyed woman in a black dress stood before you, frozen in the act of walking away
>No, not a woman - a Pokemon, and a mythical Pokemon at that
>Meloetta, the muse

>You...aren't entirely sure what to do
>From what little you remembered of your mythology class in high school, Meloetta were the ones who originally taught humanity of music and dance
>However, once humanity learned these things well enough to start creating them on their own, Meloetta began to disappear
>The ones who remained became muses, inspiring musicians and artists to great works of beauty
>Even those were rare, though, because too many myths told tales of Meloetta's beauty attracting those who would harm it
>The end result was a lonely, skittish Pokemon who wanted nothing more than to inspire beauty, but who risked harming herself if she exposed herself to do so
>And now here she is, standing before you, frozen in your gaze

>You blink, swallowing, and she flinches a little
>Slowly, without any sudden movements, you bring your flute back to your lips
>You take another deep breath, and - without taking your eyes off her - begin to play the piece you'd just invented
>Hesitantly, she adds her voice to your flute's melody
>As she does, the tension in her body seems to seep away
>She steps forward, closer to you
>Her voice takes on a playful hint, and suddenly her melody breaks away from yours to form its own line, still producing harmony but no longer just accentuating your flute

>Ordinarily, you wouldn't be able to keep up, but tonight you're full of inspiration
>And a little mischief
>You bring your own melody crashing down through a set of rapid scales, as fast as your fingers can dance along the stops
>Not to be outdone, Meloetta dips into a contralto, matching you pitch for pitch
>Then she swoops upwards as fast as you dived, singing out a vibrato at what must be the very top of her range
>Your fingers can't match that, but you don't think they need to
>Instead, you seize the advantage and take control of the melody line, forcing her to follow you instead
>The two of you duel like this for some time, each vying for control over the song, neither with any idea of how to end it
>You find yourself standing, but she doesn't seem to mind, and the two of you step around each other as you play in an intricate sort of dance

>Eventually, the music ends as you both return to a single high note, and simultaneously break off to gasp for breath
>You collapse backwards onto the bench, legs a little wobbly from the complex and completely improvised steps
>To your surprise, Meloetta hops up to sit next to you, and leans against you
>Her body is cooler than you'd expect, and you remember just how cold last night in particular was
>You shift under her to bring your jacket around her shoulders
>She's small enough that it covers her perfectly if she presses up against your side
>She flinches a bit as you move, but snuggles into you with a sigh

>The two of you relax like this for a while, catching her breath
>Then you notice a telltale sensation
>...Oh god
>Of all the times to get a random boner
>You shift a little bit, trying to subtly pinch it between your legs, and Meloetta looks up at you curiously
>Then she looks down at your crotch
>Her face practically goes into the infrared
>You turn your head away from her, feeling your face burn with embarrassment
>You wish you could just sink into the ground
>Then your heart skips a beat as you feel something slide along the crotch of your pants

>You look down to see Meloetta running her hand along your bulge
>Now it's your turn to freeze, unsure of how to react
>On the one hand, she's a Pokemon
>On the other, she's very feminine, and attractive in an ethereal sort of way
>And on the radioactive mutated third hand, she's evidently willing and you haven't fucked anyone in a very long time, and who cares what she is
>That third part is getting a significant portion of the debate

>While you debate with yourself, Meloetta finds your zipper and pulls it down
>After a little tugging on her part, your cock pops free, standing straight up out of your lap
>...You really hope there aren't any security cameras here
>She seems to flinch at the size of your cock
>Realistically, it's not that big - about average length and girth, honestly - but compared to her it's absolutely enormous
>Swallowing hard, she gently begins to move her hands up and down your shaft in slow strokes
>You relax into the pleasure, moaning quietly

>For her part, she seems almost mesmerized by a cock that's half as long as her arm
>You take advantage of her distraction to reach around and cup her tiny butt
>She squeals quietly, wriggling up against you and pressing herself up against your cock
>When she pulls back, her tiny black dress is smeared with your pre, and clings to her chest
>Even with that accentuating her curves, you can barely see her breasts
>Her ass is small too, proportionally speaking - this girl is slim, not curvy
>She seems like some kind of artistic ideal
>It's telling of your state right now that it takes you a few moments to remember that's actually what she is, in a way

>Meloetta pulls herself away from your cock, standing gracefully
>She swings one leg over so she's standing on your thighs, legs spread over your cock
>She tugs her little black dress to one side, revealing a dripping-wet slit
>She lowers herself down with poise, right up until the tip of your cock brushes her slit
>There, she shivers in pleasure, slowly rocking back and forth, before working up the courage to start to push you in

>She slides onto you millimeters at a time, constantly voicing a low hum of pleasure
>You can tell she's loving every second of it
>Thing is, if she keeps going like this, she may get about an inch down by Christmas
>And with how horny you are right now, you'll be damned if you're going to wait any longer
>Reaching up, you gently grasp her by the hips
>She gives a musical cry in surprise, unsure of what you're planning
>That cry turns into a scream of mixed pain, pleasure, and surprise as you force yourself deep inside of her in one smooth thrust

>You can, just barely, fit your whole length into her
>You're not entirely sure how - physiologically, it shouldn't work
>Right now, though, you don't care
>She's tighter than a velvet vise, absolutely sopping wet, and her pussy seems to mold around your cock like it was meant for you
>Hands grasping her hips, a thumb curled under each thigh, you bounce Meloetta up and down your cock as she screams in pleasure
>The scream takes on a vibrato, a throaty quavering high note that seems to go on and on
>Something about it just drives you crazy, and you start to thrust faster
>She grabs your wrists, pulling your hands tighter around her, leaning into your grip as you fuck her senseless

>With how eager she is, it's not entirely surprising that you feel your orgasm coming relatively quickly
>You bend your neck down, releasing one hand to cup her head and tilt it up to meet your gaze
>Her eyes are glazed over, her mouth is half open, and her face is red and flushed
>Her long scream has become little more than high gasps and moans of pleasure
>Exhausted as she is, though, she still reaches up to hold your head and guide your lips to hers as her pussy clamps around you in orgasm
>You bury her song in a kiss as you explode inside her

>You release Meloetta as your climax ebbs, but rather than move, she simply collapses on your chest with your dick still inside her
>The two of you lay like that for a while, letting your bodies cool in the night air
>Eventually, she musters enough strength to push herself off you
>Your cock comes free of her with a gasp, and you can see your cum dripping from her battered pussy as she stands on shaky legs
>She collapses back alongside you, catching her breath once more
>You watch as she gently presses the small bulge in her belly, and twitches in pleasure at the small gush of cum released
>...you hope you weren't actually too big for her

>Something tells you she's not going to be able to move much tonight
>But if she stays here, she'll be found, and then it'll all be up to the first news station that gets wind of her
>Given that she was hiding before, you suspect she doesn't want that
>As you put away your flute and sling the case over one shoulder, you come to a decision
>Gently, you scoop Meloetta up in a bridal carry
>She squeaks in surprise at the sudden movement, but once she realizes what's going on, she cuddles into your chest
>The two of you set off for your home
>Perhaps a little belatedly, you realize that life is about to get really, really interesting